294. Oh Come, Thou Stricken Lamb of God

L.M.
by W.C. Dessler, tr. by Wesley
1
Oh come, Thou stricken Lamb of God!
 
Who shed’st for us Thine own life-blood,
 
And teach us all Thy love — then pain
 
In life were sweet, and death were gain.
2
Take Thou our hearts, and let them be
 
Forever closed to all but Thee;
 
Thy willing servants, let us wear
 
The seal of love forever there.
3
How blest are they who still abide,
 
Close sheltered by Thy watchful side;
 
Who life and strength from Thee receive,
 
And with Thee move, and in Thee live.
4
Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought,
 
To know the wonders Thou hast wrought;
 
Unloose our stammering tongues to tell
 
Thy love, immense, unsearchable.
5
Firstborn of many brethren, Thou!
 
To whom both heaven and earth must bow;
 
Heirs of Thy shame and of Thy throne,
 
We bear Thy cross and seek Thy crown.
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